Every Sunday morning, Mom and Dad gave us each a quarter for the offering plate. Sometimes the money made it to its intended destination, sometimes it didn’t. Little town, tiny grocery store right down the street… temptation strikes hard sometimes.
But this woman goes beyond the pale when it comes to raising funds.
Asking kids to give a thousand, hundred and fifty thousand? Seriously? I no longer feel guilty for my little quarter.
“EVERYBODY should give an offering.” So much for running to the rest room…
She’s a master at peer pressure, btw.